این پیام لحظاتی پیش در فیس‌بوک دریافت شد!

I just saw your name in ""mister old fashion"'s page !

are you Shobeir e .....?!
if you are - although i do not know you at all- but i remeber a little kid who was sitting on a chair in one of the ""kanoone parvaresh fekri"'s library in park shafagh! and i just remember your name when thay called you and i remember the music of you name "shobeire khezre sedigh e mazinani" . it was long long long time a go!and know suddenly i saw your name and out of nowhere unconsciously i repeated ur name on that music, i dont know if that was you or not! but if yes ! i have to say wow! what a little little word !

i just wrote this massage to appease my curiosity, sorry if i bothered you!

متاسفانه یادم نیست!

There are moments you may never want to know what will happen next. Either because you don't want anything being altered at all, or simply because you don't want to live anymore!

We all are getting injured during are paradoxical short-long journey by various means. We suffer demeaning moments, feeling maltreated by others and and hurt by injudiciousness of our own.

But this is it, we know we should run through vicissitudes of fate, since we all hope our journey would turn into something legen...wait for it....darrrryyyyy ^_^

BTW: Recently My blog has visitors from Korea and I'd like to say an especial welcome to them ^_^

I have trimmed the song so you'll not hear the part in Bracket...

When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong>

I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
And they turn your dream to shame

He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came

And still I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.

No offense but I like the Boyle's performance, in Britain Got Talent, of this piece far more ^_^

یک نفسی فرشته شو بر در آستان من

هر قدمی که می‌زنی، دور شوی ز اصل خود

اصل همان وصال بود، ای مه مهربان من

جان که به جنبش آمده، صورت نو گرفته‌ام

غیرت عشق را ببین، در پس گفتمان من

شادی اگر چه می‌رود در پی رفتنت شبیر

بازی عمر را ببین، لکنت عقل و جان من

There are moments I think living a mandated life is a better option than having opts and choosing the one that makes god laugh!!!

"Weblog Saahaab!"

توفان پر نوف، باران سرازیر و پر صدا و من سراپا گوش دراز کشیده‌ام...

آرام... ساکن!

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آرام... ساکن!

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